love love love

sasha

[lynnwarrior29]

i LOVE riley. she is actually so amazing. my best friend in the whole world. riley is the hero we need @i-will-keep-on-dreaming

[redacted-metallum]

I wanna pet a hyena so bad but that would not end well for anyone.

[devilswalkingstick]

u can trust me pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls

[redacted-metallum]

Woaw... kittydogy hi patting uour head :)

[devilswalkingstick]

GOT U ARHRHRHEHEHEGRHEHEHGRH

[redacted-metallum]

ARRRGGHHH MY BONES

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[even-disco-baby]

THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES

PROBLEM

The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?

SOLUTION

You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.

[mamalibra]

Here’s to 2023, a year of as many little courageous kindnesses as possible. ♥️

[fluffingfloofs]

To a year of kindness in 2024

[themyscrianlesbian]

Gerudo & Gerudo Town Headcanons

Because Nintendo fucked over what could have been a good idea. Basically, a compilation of my rewrite and restyle ideas (but still fitting the Gerudo into the Breath Of The Wild game) that I want to put somewhere and then revise and add to.

Took a some inspiration and linked some of my own headcanons to @queenriju ’s Gerudo tag and headcanons such as the concept of gender and the division of power between chiefs.

Keep reading

[nakklepiggy]

I love the Gerudo but I also hate how terribly they’re portrayed across basically all zeldo games. like, nintendy had the opportunity to make a deep and rich culture for the world of hyrule but they just had to fuck it up and make it racist as shit

that being said: all the fanworks I see about redesigning/developing Gerudo culture/clothing/etc. give me life and make me happy. bless them all.

[inkskinned]

i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.

[inkskinned]

i wrote this 7 years ago, somehow. every day someone else finds it and whispers to me - oh, i understand this. something always turns in the wash of my stomach: i am so, so glad you feel seen. i wish you had no idea what this post was about.

i wrote this while working in a program for new writers. on wednesdays, two of the teachers would be contractually obligated to read our writing aloud to the group of 300+ teens. i had never read my work in public before. i had something like 6k poems and was panicking about it. none of them are good enough. sometimes the train is howling. it is hard, actually, sometimes, even as an adult.

and then i thought - what is one thing i wish i could tell all of them. each of these 300 kids. what did i need to hear, at 16?

i wanted to tell them about the day you wake up, and the sun feels warm finally. i wanted to tell them about carving a life out of soapstone, your hands turning bloody. i wanted to tell them that sometimes yes - it actually does feel easy. i wanted to tell them about weddings and cookie dough and long road trips. about albums of new music and old friends laughing and the sound of snow falling.

you will learn the pattern of the train. you will learn to close your eyes when you hear the engine rumbling. you will learn to let yourself have the grey days in their lily-soft numbness. sometimes it will feel like life is wet paint, and god has smeared your canvas across a sewer grate. sometimes it will be so boring it isn’t even pronounceable - the tenacious, soundless blankness. survival isn’t just ugly nights and wild mornings. it is also the steady, unimportant moments. it is just driving with your seatbelt on. it is calling a friend on the way home. it is burying your face into the fur of your dog.

when i had finished reading this poem aloud, the auditorium was silent for a solid minute. someone stood up to take a picture of where it had been projected onto a screen, and then three more people followed the action, and then - like a bad internet story, people remembered they were supposed to be clapping. kids came up to me after it - thank you for writing that. i think i hear a train coming.

i would write this differently now, i think, but it has been 7 years. i still live by the tracks. i also haven’t picked up a blade in over 10 years. the scars are still there, but these days i only pick up scissors to cut my hair. i know why you can’t tell your mom about it. i know how the numbness slips over everything, a restless horrible cotton. i know how when you dropped the dish, you weren’t crying about the broken glass. i know about feeling like all the roads have closed their exits, that you aren’t supposed to still-be-here - and yet.

i am still here, and still yours, and i haven’t forgotten. what i’m saying is if any hope is calling to you - i know it’s hard, but you have to listen. i’m saying keep driving, but slow down the car. sit down in the shower, i’m not judging you. we can stay in the dark with the good hot water and do nothing but stare. notice the stab wound. make it through another tuesday.

i know what it is like to miss yourself. do what you need to. come home to me. i am writing to you, my past self, from the future. i’ll be waiting for you.

and when the train is coming - please move.

[vintagegenderpunk]

Gluck (1895-1978) was a Jewish painter whose most known subjects primarily focused on women and ambiguously gendered figures, but contemporarily Gluck has become more known for their stance on their own presentation. Publicity prints of their paintings bore the statement:

“Please return in good condition to Gluck, no prefix, suffix or quotes.”

To my knowledge, there is no clear indication that Gluck had any preference in pronouns but out of respect for the possibility, I am going to default to they/them. 

“No prefix, suffix, or quotes” has a simple meaning. Gluck was, of course, named at birth and grew up using that name. The name Gluck was clearly and unambiguously chosen. No Mister or Miss. No quotes pretending like this was a nickname. Gluck was their name.

I’m an art historian, if you care to know, and when I was taught about Gluck it was made clear to me that they are a subject of discomfort for many folks.

Gluck (spoilers) was AFAB and spent much time around women, painting women, and married Nesta Obermer around 1936. This has led people to label Gluck as a lesbian and use she/her pronouns. Because Gluck denied any title or any (historically) gendered name, others have labelled them androgynous or genderqueer or nonbinary and use they/them pronouns. The best possible label I can find for Gluck is gender non-conforming. Why? Because we simply do not know what Gluck’s stance on gender or sexuality was (other than partnership with a woman) and we cannot ascribe contemporary gender labels and markers on historical figures. 

Before you fuss at me, the reason I say this is simple. I made this post after deleting a similar post that was made by a TERF. When Gluck is ID’d as exclusively a lesbian and a woman, the TERFs seem to latch onto their legacy and make it theirs. 

Again, those titles could be true, but we don’t know and using Gluck (who passed in 1978) as a TERF icon is obviously harmful, but also erases the legacy of gender non-conformity they left behind. 

Medallion (1936) - self-portrait with wife, Nesta

Art is made for many reasons, but when the artists are out of earshot or deceased, what art does is provide representation. Representation teaches us what is socially allowed, acceptable, ‘normal.’ 

Gluck just wanted to be Gluck. Nothing else. 

If we call them gender non-conforming and allow for the possibility of all these identities – lesbian, androgynous, nonbinary, genderqueer, she/her, they/them, transgender, and more – then that’s a wide swath of people, including queer kids, who can see themselves in the past, in artworks.

And that representation is vitally important. 

Please let Gluck be Gluck. 

British, Jewish, painter, person. All of it. 

Sketching on the Moors (1919)

The Punt (1937) - self-portrait with wife, Nesta

[vintagegenderpunk]

Gluck (1895-1978) was a Jewish painter whose most known subjects primarily focused on women and ambiguously gendered figures, but contemporarily Gluck has become more known for their stance on their own presentation. Publicity prints of their paintings bore the statement:

“Please return in good condition to Gluck, no prefix, suffix or quotes.”

To my knowledge, there is no clear indication that Gluck had any preference in pronouns but out of respect for the possibility, I am going to default to they/them. 

“No prefix, suffix, or quotes” has a simple meaning. Gluck was, of course, named at birth and grew up using that name. The name Gluck was clearly and unambiguously chosen. No Mister or Miss. No quotes pretending like this was a nickname. Gluck was their name.

I’m an art historian, if you care to know, and when I was taught about Gluck it was made clear to me that they are a subject of discomfort for many folks.

Gluck (spoilers) was AFAB and spent much time around women, painting women, and married Nesta Obermer around 1936. This has led people to label Gluck as a lesbian and use she/her pronouns. Because Gluck denied any title or any (historically) gendered name, others have labelled them androgynous or genderqueer or nonbinary and use they/them pronouns. The best possible label I can find for Gluck is gender non-conforming. Why? Because we simply do not know what Gluck’s stance on gender or sexuality was (other than partnership with a woman) and we cannot ascribe contemporary gender labels and markers on historical figures. 

Before you fuss at me, the reason I say this is simple. I made this post after deleting a similar post that was made by a TERF. When Gluck is ID’d as exclusively a lesbian and a woman, the TERFs seem to latch onto their legacy and make it theirs. 

Again, those titles could be true, but we don’t know and using Gluck (who passed in 1978) as a TERF icon is obviously harmful, but also erases the legacy of gender non-conformity they left behind. 

Medallion (1936) - self-portrait with wife, Nesta

Art is made for many reasons, but when the artists are out of earshot or deceased, what art does is provide representation. Representation teaches us what is socially allowed, acceptable, ‘normal.’ 

Gluck just wanted to be Gluck. Nothing else. 

If we call them gender non-conforming and allow for the possibility of all these identities – lesbian, androgynous, nonbinary, genderqueer, she/her, they/them, transgender, and more – then that’s a wide swath of people, including queer kids, who can see themselves in the past, in artworks.

And that representation is vitally important. 

Please let Gluck be Gluck. 

British, Jewish, painter, person. All of it. 

Sketching on the Moors (1919)

The Punt (1937) - self-portrait with wife, Nesta

[vintagegenderpunk]

Gluck (1895-1978) was a Jewish painter whose most known subjects primarily focused on women and ambiguously gendered figures, but contemporarily Gluck has become more known for their stance on their own presentation. Publicity prints of their paintings bore the statement:

“Please return in good condition to Gluck, no prefix, suffix or quotes.”

To my knowledge, there is no clear indication that Gluck had any preference in pronouns but out of respect for the possibility, I am going to default to they/them. 

“No prefix, suffix, or quotes” has a simple meaning. Gluck was, of course, named at birth and grew up using that name. The name Gluck was clearly and unambiguously chosen. No Mister or Miss. No quotes pretending like this was a nickname. Gluck was their name.

I’m an art historian, if you care to know, and when I was taught about Gluck it was made clear to me that they are a subject of discomfort for many folks.

Gluck (spoilers) was AFAB and spent much time around women, painting women, and married Nesta Obermer around 1936. This has led people to label Gluck as a lesbian and use she/her pronouns. Because Gluck denied any title or any (historically) gendered name, others have labelled them androgynous or genderqueer or nonbinary and use they/them pronouns. The best possible label I can find for Gluck is gender non-conforming. Why? Because we simply do not know what Gluck’s stance on gender or sexuality was (other than partnership with a woman) and we cannot ascribe contemporary gender labels and markers on historical figures. 

Before you fuss at me, the reason I say this is simple. I made this post after deleting a similar post that was made by a TERF. When Gluck is ID’d as exclusively a lesbian and a woman, the TERFs seem to latch onto their legacy and make it theirs. 

Again, those titles could be true, but we don’t know and using Gluck (who passed in 1978) as a TERF icon is obviously harmful, but also erases the legacy of gender non-conformity they left behind. 

Medallion (1936) - self-portrait with wife, Nesta

Art is made for many reasons, but when the artists are out of earshot or deceased, what art does is provide representation. Representation teaches us what is socially allowed, acceptable, ‘normal.’ 

Gluck just wanted to be Gluck. Nothing else. 

If we call them gender non-conforming and allow for the possibility of all these identities – lesbian, androgynous, nonbinary, genderqueer, she/her, they/them, transgender, and more – then that’s a wide swath of people, including queer kids, who can see themselves in the past, in artworks.

And that representation is vitally important. 

Please let Gluck be Gluck. 

British, Jewish, painter, person. All of it. 

Sketching on the Moors (1919)

The Punt (1937) - self-portrait with wife, Nesta

[bodhrancomedy]

I love the bones argument because it’s so stupid and I get to tell people my plans.

[sic-semper-hominibus]

the most "fucking, fair enough i guess" response ive ever gotten to something i said was in the ER

me: hi, i need a rabies shot triage nurse: oh? why's that? me: i got bitten by a bat triage nurse: what were you doing that you got bitten by a bat at 3 in the morning? me: removing a bat from my bedroom

[sic-semper-hominibus]

im given to understand that it generally takes a lot to leave ER staff speechless, but it sure was a good 5 seconds before she thought of anything to say to that

[sic-semper-hominibus]

#prev u say sol but u see. i have reblogged this post at least 3 times at different points in the past#bC PEOPLE KEEP SENDING IT TO ME!!!#i will reblog as usual.

@solipseismic i am FASCINATED to discover that you are a real person and not a fictional character because this has been tagged about you often enough that i assumed it was a fandom thing. is your story any more interesting than mine or did it just make a disproportionately massive impression on your fiend group?

[solipseismic]

i had to take a moment to compose myself this (fandom thing) is possibly the funniest thing anyone's ever said about me. probably not more interesting but like 200% more stupid and so accordingly has made a bit of an impression on most of the people who know me

>be me (freshman living in college dorm)

>go for a walk in the beautiful spring weather

>there is a bat on the sidewalk in the middle of the day

>sidebar to note that at this point in life my bat knowledge solely consists of "usually flying" and "only comes out at night"

>how terrible this bat must be disoriented by the bright sunlight (middle of the day) and fell from where it was ........................... roosting (on the sidewalk)

>if i put this bat in a box with some water and then bring it back out at night maybe it will have recovered enough from the. sun

>text my roommate asking him to put a towel in a box

>i pick up the bat (on the sidewalk) (middle of the day) (no gloves)

>one bat in a box later i log onto tumblr dot com and post something along the lines of: does anyone know what to do in case of accidental bat acquisition

>mutual from area with many bats: you need to get rabies shots IMMEDIATELY

>i have no car (freshman in college dorms)

>surely it isn't that serious

>thanks to google i now have 200% more bat knowledge and Boy I Fucked Up

>me to my mutual: it only bit me a few times and its teeth are so tiny it didn't even break the skin i'm sure i'll be fine :)

>i am of a curious nature so i google rabies symptoms

>oh! i need to get rabies shots!

so my ER experience was actually something pretty similar

me: hi, i need a rabies shot

triage nurse: oh? why's that?

me: i got bitten by a bat

triage nurse: what were you doing that you got bitten by a bat in the middle of the day?

me: picking up a bat off the sidewalk

triage nurse:

[sic-semper-hominibus]

HEY, HOLY SHIT

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[el-im]

[nat-20s]

"what's your dream job??" Uhh to have 17 weird little hobbies that I don't have to be good at and hang out with friends. I get money via being the world's specialist little princess

[bpdshan]

the funniest thing that’s happened to me recently is that someone seemingly tried to update my pronouns on the medical system but accidentally made it so that my actual name is now “They Them”

[andmaybegayer]

promoted your pronouns to nouns